TrobairitzA Poem by EveFrom Wikipedia, the free encyclopediaAs I remember you, sweet as evening dew bright as morning refrain slanting down to tender kiss in swells of gentle rain. Trobairitz, Warn the city of Rome, whiskey beats me with the language of Occitan romance. winsome rattan four times again.
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